Running Free

Belle · 09-11-2010, 12:59 PM

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WC- 635. Sorry for my delay also Smile Beware- Belle is acting very crazy at this point in time! Big Grin DDD

It startled her. The sudden outburst from something in front of the femme. At first she had thought it just a soft toy- for she thought she had known that there were hardly any cats left anymore- but the feline using the exact same posture as her suddenly squirmed upwards in shock, a blurry motion of flying limbs and surprised features.
He turned to face her, and at once she saw unbelievable intelligence behind those vivid, emerald orbs. His pelt was like onyx satin, layered around him, defining a beautiful fur coat. She did not frown at the cat- she did not carry the instinct of most. She had learned not to hate, or dislike others for their race- she made her decision upon personality.

So, it was not a surprise when he spoke, calmly, in the direction of herself. Belle nodded slightly, holding his gaze with her own.
"It is me who should be apologizing. I should not have startled you like that.... Do you know much about this plane?"
Her curiosity might have got the better of her, but the eagerness in her features never denied her willing to learn. Her expression was serious, yet content… until her brows rose in suspicion- what was a cat doing here anyway? Brushing away that thought, she hopped around him, springing in the air and somersaulting, before colliding with the ground once more. Dashing over to a door marked private, the girl pounced through the entrance like a hasty rabbit, for fortunately the door was not locked. Her flexibility did not desert her, and Belle spun and skidded up a ramp, before twisting herself and coiling, ready to jump.

The drastic adolescent was like a free-runner, and she would overcome any obstacle with ease. Her tensing position climaxed with a hurtling spring, and she landed delicately on a large chair. Series of panels and switches lay in front of her- an endless toy-room of buttons and fun.

“Wow! this must be the pilots room! These are the controls!”
Like a pup again, she began nosing around with the different bits and pieces, flicking the switches and pressing all the buttons with her claws.

“Neeeeoooooowww!!! Get ready for taaakkeee off! Were going on a bumpy riiiiidddee! ”
The over-enthusiastic woman let childhood take over once more, and she played with the controls eagerly, every now and again turning to grin widely at the cat. As her fun began to diminish, Belle jumped off the chair and scampered towards the green-eyed creature once more.

“Isn’t this fun?!?! I’m Belle, by the way. ”
Still grinning wolfishly, her boisterous personality led her to realize there was an interesting-looking-something hidden away in one of the many seats on the plane. It was only a small plane, but there were at least twenty seats, all lined up down one aisle. She began to bound energetically, eyes set on the shiny object.

It must have been strange. Strange to see a woman of such random personality to move so elegantly, yet Belle had practiced moving all her life. She lived to move- to run, to feel… free. Running was her favourite thing in the world.

So… The female continued loping, and eventually she found her target. A pale, white, sticky-looking object lay in a slumped position on one of the seats. It was grimy- covered in years of dust and goo. It was a human skeleton… Yet Belle did not know this. Jumping up onto the arm-rest, the Arctic fey swiped at the skull of the pile of bones, and it fell off, rolling down the aisle and crashing to a standstill by the wall.

“That feels extremely disgusting. I wonder what it is? ”
She turned and grinned foolishly at the black feline, ivory teeth flashing and features contorted in enthusiasm.

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